This is a song about "Your grandparent"

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

It's been nothing but pain

Huh, a metaphor of course

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Floor seats at that wizards game

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster